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This is Buzzy's Country Store blog designed to keep you apprised of what's going on at the Store. Buzzy's is a general store located in St. Mary's County, Southern Maryland near Pt. Lookout State Park. Buzzy and Jean Ridgell purchased the Store from Jean's father Harry Raley in 1953. Buzzy operated it until his passing in 2009. His son J. Scott Ridgell is the current owner.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Three Things You Need in Life

Let's shift a bit from old photo's to an old movie - Shindler's List from 1993. 

Twenty four years after it appeared in the theaters, Shindler's List finally made it into my viewing lane the other night.  I now regret that I waited so long to catch it because it was perhaps the most powerful and moving movie that I have ever seen.  (Old Yeller notwithstanding (click here.)  

Too, I now understand why it won the Oscar for Best Picture along with six other Oscars.  Powerful movie telling a powerful story and an ending that brings the tears to your eyes.

Having said all that however, the one note that I wrote while watching the movie had to do with the following quote by Shindler.
Shindler said this to a Jewish acquaintance whom he was trying to convince to come work for him.

It got me thinking about the three things that one needs in life.  So I did some research and found the following Harvard study which documented these 3 things needed for a happy life:
From http://www.businessinsider.com/robert-waldinger-says-3-things-are-the-secret-to-happiness-2015-12
Given all that, I could make a case that the Harvard study and Shindler's Big 3 can not hold a candle to Earl Butz and his three things that one needs to be happy.  Butz famously observed that folks just want a pair of loose shoes, a tight pussy and a warm place to shit.  (For complete story  (click here,)) 

OK, granted, Butz was talking about three things that blacks want in life, but I ask you - who doesn't want all that?     

Didn't particularly care for the Stones' version when I first heard it on Sticky Fingers, but it grew on me.  Their version closely followed Mississippi Fred McDowell's:

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